The two mythical nawabs are in good ol dilli with their friends.
PN & F- Pehle Nawab & friends
DN & F- Doosre Nawab & friends
PN - Pehle aap
DN - Nahi nahi, pehle aap
PN - are, aisi bhi kya baat hai, Pehle aap
DN - hum to keh hi rahe hain, pehle aap
PN - are nahi ji, mujhe zara jaldi hai, pehle aap.
background - please mind the gap
DN - ab jaldi to yahan sab ko hai, pehle aap peeche hatiye
PN - dekhiye agar aap pehle peeche nahi hatenge to humein dhakka dena padega
DN - pehle chadhne waalon ko peeche hona chahiye, utarne waalon ko utarne deejiye
PN - are ja ja, bada aya niyam banane wala
DN (pushing to get out of the metro)
PN - ( pushing to get into the metro)
background - darwaze se hat ke khade hon
Both groups fall back, the doors close, and thus PN misses train, DN misses stop, and another day in the life of Delhi goes on.
PS - Yes I've been to Delhi again, and yes the same nostalgia, the same rude awakening.
I will never have another "home" , no other city can have those host of memories from school, college, work, friends, decades of life and memories. No other city will have a dozen fm channels in hindi, and soul satisfying chat and gol gappas in every nook and cranny.
But just two years away have weakened me, and I can't stomach it any more, home or no home. I can't stand the people any more, even tho I'm one of them. Yes we are rude, shameless, needlessly pushy, and probably less law abiding than some other city dwellers.